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| Days and Days of This |
I’ve been eager to post so many
things for you to see – a very new painting, old sculptures safely
unpacked, a sketch or so, a whole half-dozen different images. But
they all needed my camera, and my camera needed the Sun.
All week the sky has been a gentle,
moody, glum expanse of cloud. Now and then the rain comes down in
the same gentle, depressed manner, leaving palm-trunks dripping
black and the little concavities and cracks in the patio shaded darker
with damp – merely shaded, since even during this wet spell the air
here is so dry standing water evaporates immediately.
I am putting up an eyewitness
photograph to substantiate my claim. As soon as the Sun breaks
through consistently I will seize my camera and drag some artwork out
into the longed-for light.
